Decapitate Daydreams
he bleeds out like
dreams rising from the brink,
traces of smoke
crashing soft around
capsules of monotony,
and he'll ease into
the tedious burden
of turning scabs into halos
for the fallen,
a makeshift crutch to carry
this splintered fate,
one lost in the shadow
the angel casts when
she closes her eyes.
For the challenge by Dream to write something new-agey.
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